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The good. The good die young? Is it absolutely true That only the good are jabbed With an arrow of a short life? It makes no sense to me… I had breakfast this morning. She couldn’t. I laughed with my friends. She can’t. The most hurtful thing is, I woke up this morning. She didn’t. Why? Why, God? Why is it that the lives That seem to have been The most valuable are the ones That get taken away the quickest? I take a breath, And it’s over. But, not for me. I carry on. Is the fact that my life Is far from perfect The reason I’m still here, Still breathing? Was her vibrancy and passion Something you needed right then? Yes, she will be exactly the angel You were searching for yesterday. She is no longer in pain. It’s the ones she left behind That my prayers are for, Tonight. You will be missed, angel.
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
The Good Die Young?
The good. The good die young? Is it absolutely true That only the good are jabbed With an arrow of a short life? It makes no sense to me… I had breakfast this morning. She couldn’t. I laughed with my friends. She can’t. The most hurtful thing is, I woke up this morning. She didn’t. Why? Why, God? Why is it that the lives That seem to have been The most valuable are the ones That get taken away the quickest? I take a breath, And it’s over. But, not for me. I carry on. Is the fact that my life Is far from perfect The reason I’m still here, Still breathing? Was her vibrancy and passion Something you needed right then? Yes, she will be exactly the angel You were searching for yesterday. She is no longer in pain. It’s the ones she left behind That my prayers are for, Tonight. You will be missed, angel.
caytlin-rae
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Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
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